| Angelica Caporuscio

Her lonely

Wasn’t so startling

I always saw

The only art

The only heart

She would ever speak of

Was her car

She loved that man

Didn’t understand

How to go alone

She left her there

When she packed that bag

Left the front seat open

To bring her with her

She let me know

That day she did think

I would always be around

I was her king

Nothing changed

He meant everything

Her back seat that night

She slept on the back seat

If she had a pillow 

A small pill to wallow

A heartbreak anthem

She wouldn’t have abandoned them

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